She reread the suspiciously innocent wording several times and doubts it's a simple nice vacation, given the nature of these things. The purpose. But. It's not a lot to go off of. She knows from her own experience that paranoia can create an entire conspiracy out of a single phrase. But she trusts her husband's instincts as much as her own. If he feels off about it, then there's something probably off.

And she knows the only thing that gets him so worked up is the Village. He doesn't have to say it for her to know.

She breathes out slowly, carefully catching at one of his hands as he paces by. "Alright. So say that it is what we think," she wants to reinforce that she thinks his worries are credible. "We have time to plan, right? What do we do about it."